A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

driveway.”

I stood up, my bare feet cold against the linoleum, and walked to the kitchen window.

Outside, two headlights cut through the dark autumn mist, their beams reflecting off the wet gravel.

The engine of her car died, and the headlights flickered out, leaving only the amber running lights on.

I heard the sound of Stacey’s car tires crunching on continue reading …